"Um... No." Edward crossed his arms across his freshly washed body. He had just gotten out of the shower and came to see Louis and his sick brothers still laying in his bed. This time they were ready to go to sleep, leaving barely enough space for him.

"Don't be such a party pooper," Louis said, rolling up the sleeves of the button up pajama shirt he stole from Marcel.

"I'm not going to be sleeping uncomfortably just because my brothers don't want to be alone," Edward said, throwing harsh glances at his brothers' identical faces.

"But I want to have a sleepover," Louis frowned, expecting Edward to give in directly after that.

When the man only gave him a warning glance followed by a cough, Louis huffed.

"Fine!" Louis sat up and crawled out of the bed angrily, the big bed making it hard to make a dramatic exit. "Now you have enough space," Louis grumbled, walking out of the room. He hated sleeping alone but he hated not getting what he wanted even more.

Edward followed after Louis, huffing in exasperation, "Baby Doll, I didn't mean for you to leave."

Louis didn't reply, he only walked into the closest room and locked the door after himself. Once he turned around and turned the lights on, he identified it as Harry's. Louis rolled his eyes, weaving through the mess and laying on the comfortable bed, ignoring Edward's incessant knocking.

"Louis, open the door right now!"

"I don't think I want to, you're very mean," Louis said simply, wrapping himself in the fluffy blankets.

"I'll break down this fucking door, Louis!"

"I don't care, it's not my door."

"Don't break my fucking door you asshole!"

"Get him to come out then!"

"Fine!" Harry knocked on the door, jiggling the door knob before sighing out, "please open the door."

"No."

"You're getting Edward upset, Pet. He isn't used to rejection, why don't you open the door, hm?"

"No."

"Come on, Darling. Let me see that little face and I'll buy you some candy."

Louis thought about it for a couple of seconds before rolling his eyes and getting out of the warm sheets, stomping back to the door and opening it.

Harry was leaning against the door frame, a confident smirk stretching his lips. "There he is."

"You're sleeping in my room," Edward said, pushing Harry out of the way and grabbing Louis by his upper arm.

"Well I don't want to!"

"Well you don't have a choice, Baby Doll. I'm not leaving you in a room alone, not even to sleep," Edward said, trying to tug Louis back into his room.

Louis glared at Edward, trying to pull his arm away from the man's grip. "I want to sleep with Harry."

"With Harry?" Edward made a face and looked over at his brother, who seemed to be just as surprised.

"Yeah, with Harry," Louis stated again, hitting at Edward's hand until he let go of him, the boy put his hands on his hips. "What's wrong with that?"

Edward tried not to show the burning jealousy he quite clearly felt, clearing his throat and tucking the strand of hair that sneaked out of the bun. "Nothing, you can sleep with him-"

"Good!" Louis turned back around and walked into the room, shutting the door behind himself.

Edward stared at the closed door before Harry brought him out of his thoughts by sneezing reaching for the handle, his classic smirk plastered on his face. Edward grabbed his brother by the shoulders, shoving him into the wall with no regard for being gentle.

"Don't try any funny business, Harold. I will end your fucking life- no, I will fucking rip your dick off with my bare hands, and then I'll end your life. Don't fucking try me, I'll make you wish you were never alive," Edward growled into Harry's face, shoving him back one more time. "Got it?"

Harry adjusted his shirt, raising his hands in defense. "Alright, alright, I got the message."

"Good," Edward mumbled, walking back to his room with a frown that was sure to stay on his face until he saw his boy again.

"H-Hey!-... Where's Louis?" Marcel asked, watching Edward come into the room and angrily push the covers back to lay under them.

"With Harry," Edward answered dryly, turning off the lights and moving to face away his brother.

"Oh... Do we cuddle or-"

"No Marcel we don't fucking cuddle, when have we ever fucking cuddled?"

"...I-I just like cuddling, I wanted to start a thing."

"Just go to bed, Marcel."

"Okay okay... I love you, brother."

"I'm going to kick you out of my room if you don't stop talking."

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Louis stared at the closed door until Harry opened it and took his attention.

"Did you hear any of that?"

"Your walls are thin, I couldn't have heard it any louder." Louis turned his back to Harry, wrapping the fluffy sheets around himself in the process.

"Well that leaves me to have a rather dull night with you."

Louis rolled his eyes and moved farther away from the man once he felt the mattress dipping under his weight. "You say that like you're disappointed, you shouldn't have expected me to want to touch you in the first place."

"And what about earlier on? You didn't seem to disgusted when you were making out with me," Harry chuckled, trying to tug some of the warm material away from the boy.

Louis only tightened his grip on the soft sheets and glared at Harry. "I was proving a point."

"What was that point?"

"That everyone likes me."

"Well I don't think your point came across."

Louis looked back at Harry and crossed his arms. "Lying to yourself isn't healthy."

"And being an narcissistic brat isn't either," Harry snapped back, pulling the sheets away from Louis and moving them so they both could be covered.

"You're rude."

"You're disrespectful."

"I want to punch you."

"If you try to punch me and I'll kiss you."

Louis sat up quickly at the proposal, eyes wide in excitement at the idea of harming the man with no painful leading consequences. "Really?"

Harry moved to lean against his elbows. "Really."

"You must think you can actually bother me with that threat."

"You must think you can actually punch hard enough to hurt me."

"Bet?"

"Bet."

With a wicked grin, Louis moved to punch Harry in the balls, only to have his wrist grabbed and twisted around. Harry pushed at Louis' elbow just enough to be able to push the boy's body into the mattress, face down.

At the compressing position Louis squirmed and moved his face to the side. "That's no fair!"

Harry let go of the boy, flipping him around and hovering over him, his body between the boy's legs. "How so?"

"You didn't let me punch you," Louis panted out, struggling was hard work.

"I never said I would let you punch me, I said if you tried to punch me. You tried."

Louis sighed in frustration, "I'm never sleeping over in your room again."

"Good, I don't even like you."

"Good, I don't even like you either!"

"Well that's great because you're not even cute."

"Well that's even better because I like your brothers more anyway."

"Good."

"Good."

Harry studied Louis' face, he had managed to move closer than before. Louis' eyebrows were furrowed, his lips set into a frown, and his captivating blue eyes were nowhere near tired.

So Harry did what Harry did best and leaned down to claim his prize and pressed his lips against Louis'. The everlasting taste and pigment of cherry made Harry question if the boy was actually a figment of his imagination. Sweet lips kissed him back, surprising Harry and urging him to keep up.

The kiss seemed to reflect the emotions the two shared for each other; frustration but undeniable pent-up attraction. Harry made the first move to heighten the stakes of the kiss, grabbing the boy's thigh and hiking his leg up. Louis whimpered against Harry's lips at the new closeness, but did nothing to stop him. Louis clearly felt Harry's growing arousal pressing flush against him thanks to the new suggestive position, and pulled away from the heated make out, lips red and wet.

Harry didn't take that as his cue to stop, as he moved his lips down to kiss at the soft skin of Louis' neck. The boy felt as if he should have been embarrassed at the moan he let out, but he couldn't find it in himself to do so, so he just tiled his head back and tried his best to get accustomed to the new feeling of pleasure.

Harry had worked him up in a way that he had never felt before. Louis' idea of the height of arousal seemed to change when Harry grinded down onto Louis' equally worked up groin. Louis let out a shameless moan, hitching his breath when Harry's talented lips moved back down to assaulting his neck with calculated kisses.

After planting a wet kiss over Louis' jugular, Harry concluded that he had found the boy's sweet spot once he heard another filthy moan. Harry's lips settled over the newly appreciated area of skin, sucking at the boy's neck to be awarded with Louis straddling him and encouraging more rough trusts.

The feeling of Harry's muscular body overpowering Louis' seemed to turn the boy on as he rutted his hips against Harry's weakly, his energy was somehow depleted. Harry moved his hand up Louis' thick thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps on the golden skin.

Harry moved his face away from Louis' neck to appreciate the deep purple love bite, it turned him on to be reminded that that was his own work. The man grunted at the boy's lustful face, too innocently twisted to understand the effect he had on Harry when he looked at the man with his bottom lip captured between his teeth, face flushed red at the uncertainty of what to do.

Harry dipped his head down to Louis' ear to whisper filthily, "you don't even know what I'd give to fuck you right now, to show you how good you could actually feel. I know you haven't even had sex before, you don't even know what you're missing out on. I'd fuck you so good you'll forget your own name, Pet."

Everything was happening all at once, and there were too many new sensations and emotions for Louis to handle, his head getting foggy with lust. With one last breathy moan, Louis reached his climax, squirming with sensitivity at the feeling .

Just from watching the boy's face contort with newfound pleasure, Harry came in his boxers with a moan, rutting one last time against Louis' pelvis.

Louis laid back against the bed, his muscles finally relaxing against the soft material of the bedding while he tried to catch his breath. Pants filled the room and Harry looked down at Louis with his still dilated pupils. The boy had his eyes screwed shut as he tried to process what had just happened. His tongue poked out to wet his bottom lip and he finally opened his eyes to address Harry after his panting had subdued, "don't tell Edward."